Like clockwork...

The past few weeks we've had absolutely gorgeous weekdays. I'm talking 25C/77F with no humidity and not a cloud in the sky. Couldn't be any nicer, and this is coming from a native Southern Californian. Which is all well and good if you can get out for a walk at lunch, but otherwise it's mostly a big tease. Then every Friday around 5:00 or 6:00pm, all of a sudden the clouds roll in. It's as if the collective desire to enjoy a nice weekend as the end of work Friday approaches has some kind of adverse meteorological effect. (Oh, sure, that may sound strange, but since our cleaning lady told me this week--evidently in all seriousness, according to the French co-worker who referred her to us and who has already had this conversation with her--that our unseasonably chilly mornings have been caused by satellites.)